Close to Heaven

It was here that he told me he was dying. We had walked all day. We were passing through valleys, our backpacks heavy on our shoulders. The sun was burning on our skin, but in the distance, there were clouds coming in. I remember him helping me climb onto a big rock, lifting me up until finally, we reached the top. We sat down and looked over the world below. And there, while we were so close to heaven, he was telling me he was going to die. From that moment on there was no other way than to go back down into the haze.